Downtowners
With ambivalence, we have left the lake. It continues to be so lovely out there: colourful leaves coating the ground, waves lapping gently at the shore and galores of mountain sheep grazing and mating. However, as we all know, the weather can change any minute, so it was time to relocate. We now reside at 976 Nicola St.
Given our last eight months of rapidly displacing and relocating ourselves, we are adapting into flexible folks and so, we are now enjoying downtown living. We are close to hospital and shopping and with Bill hogging our only vehicle now, I am grateful to be able to walk to where I need to go. He denies he is hogging offering in his defence arguments that include: “You gave me a list of stuff to pick up, you needed me to fix your mom’s door, you wanted me to deliver the heater back to Shirley and Mike’s, and you wanted me to pick up stamps.” He always seems to have a clever reason to have the car. He was a lawyer. Lawyers know how to twist the facts to support their arguments.
Bill is thrilled with our new little suite, as he really bore the brunt of the driving back and forth from the lake and he is now happy to get from A to B in a flash. We have decided that we can live in about 500 square feet except for one thing: entertaining! How do you have a dinner party in a dining room the size of a floor tile? We are thrilled to have a shower daily; we are now grateful for these pleasures that we once took for granted. Our friends and family are grateful too.
Oh, did I tell you? We are off to Mexico. Yes, Bill twisted my arm; I felt like a corkscrew. He twisted my arm in subtle, manipulative ways: daily meditations with the Lonely Planet Mexico Bible, complaining frequently about the cooling weather, stacking his bathing trunks and sunscreen about the room, compulsively checking the Akumal beach webcam on the internet and using nostalgia accompanied by loud sighing to get at me (Remember being on that lovely beach in Mazatlan? Remember that wonderful sunset in Puerto Escondido? Don’t you miss those warm nights sitting on the beach sipping wine?) Militant assertiveness didn’t work in the face of this intense pressure. I caved.
Given our last eight months of rapidly displacing and relocating ourselves, we are adapting into flexible folks and so, we are now enjoying downtown living. We are close to hospital and shopping and with Bill hogging our only vehicle now, I am grateful to be able to walk to where I need to go. He denies he is hogging offering in his defence arguments that include: “You gave me a list of stuff to pick up, you needed me to fix your mom’s door, you wanted me to deliver the heater back to Shirley and Mike’s, and you wanted me to pick up stamps.” He always seems to have a clever reason to have the car. He was a lawyer. Lawyers know how to twist the facts to support their arguments.
Bill is thrilled with our new little suite, as he really bore the brunt of the driving back and forth from the lake and he is now happy to get from A to B in a flash. We have decided that we can live in about 500 square feet except for one thing: entertaining! How do you have a dinner party in a dining room the size of a floor tile? We are thrilled to have a shower daily; we are now grateful for these pleasures that we once took for granted. Our friends and family are grateful too.
Oh, did I tell you? We are off to Mexico. Yes, Bill twisted my arm; I felt like a corkscrew. He twisted my arm in subtle, manipulative ways: daily meditations with the Lonely Planet Mexico Bible, complaining frequently about the cooling weather, stacking his bathing trunks and sunscreen about the room, compulsively checking the Akumal beach webcam on the internet and using nostalgia accompanied by loud sighing to get at me (Remember being on that lovely beach in Mazatlan? Remember that wonderful sunset in Puerto Escondido? Don’t you miss those warm nights sitting on the beach sipping wine?) Militant assertiveness didn’t work in the face of this intense pressure. I caved.
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